Heart on the Run (18 page)

Chaz leaned into the hand. Sprocket’s fingers twitched. Damp heat seared through the thin silk shirt of his costume. This close, he could see his lover’s nostrils flare. The air between them was electric with sex and yearning.

Pouting exaggeratedly, Chaz bit his lip and crossed his arms. “I’ve been wanting to get you out of that costume all night!”

Sprocket pushed him this time, sending Chaz tumbling down onto the bed. “I said, in a minute. You can get yourself out of that get up though.” He punctuated the command with a kiss.

His lips were soft, yet insistent, and Chaz capitulated instantly to their demand. His lips parted, he darted his tongue out to rub over Sprockets lips, tasting the pumpkin spice and the residue of hearty apple spice ale, and underneath, deeper, the flavor that he was sadly completely and utterly addicted to…the mix of sweet and heat that was Sprocket’s alone.

The kiss ended abruptly as Sprocket pulled away, leaving Chaz dazed and yearning on the bed.

“
Undress,” Sprocket ordered as he moved around the room, turning off lights.

Obeying the tone of command without thought, Chaz pulled the slinky shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Peeling off the patch of wolf man mask he’d adhered to his chest gave him a moment of hesitation.
Better rip it off in one go like a Band-Aid.
Good thing in the normal course of events his chest was fairly smooth. Nevertheless, he did lose a few hairs to the battle with the adhesive. Lying on the bed made struggling to get out of the tight pants more difficult, so he stood up to shove the denim down.

The last of the lights blinked out and the room was completely dark. Sprocket’s costume glowed. It should have been funny or eerie or something. But Chaz wasn’t laughing. His breath caught in his throat and his heart hammered a frantic beat.

Sprocket was coming toward the bed…

The ground fell out from under Chaz and his jeans were yanked away. He bounced as he landed on the mattress.

“
Commando.” Sprocket growled. “All night… I knew there wasn’t room between those jeans and your skin for anything else.”

Chaz leaned back on his elbows, staring at the skull face in the darkness. It was surreal, hearing Sprocket’s voice, sensing his presence, and seeing only those dark glowing bones. He didn’t have time to contemplate it though. Because Sprocket was on the bed between his legs, crushing him into the mattress.

Hot, wet kisses sucked at his neck, his collarbone…latched onto the hollow of his throat and the rapid pulse that beat there. “Ahhh.” Chaz groaned, tangled his fingers in Sprocket’s hair and cradled his head there. He’d probably have a bruise there in the morning, but right now he didn’t care. It just felt so damned good to have Sprocket hungry for him.

Sprocket broke away, grabbed his hip, and shifted in the darkness. Chaz rolled, was shoved left, and then lifted, and found himself at the end of it all with his face buried in a pillow that smelled of Sprocket and his bare ass raised.

Indefinable activity behind him consisting of fabric brushing on his bare limbs, faint curses and a wild lurch of the bed when Sprocket apparently overbalanced. Chaz smiled into the pillow and closed his eyes, savoring the moment in all its weird, sexy,
hot
, intensity. Strong palms slid over his buttocks, stroking down his thighs.

Chaz shifted, spreading farther, gasping as a cool, slick touch kissed his hole.

Sometime in all the shifting and lurching and haze of what the hell was happening back there, while he was lost in daydreams of “what if” and “maybe we could,” Sprocket had found lube and a condom and suited up. Chaz braced himself, body tightening in anticipation of the coming invasion.

But it didn’t come. That cool, wet touch danced over his hole, tickling and teasing and wreaking havoc with his senses. One finger slipped just inside, Chaz clamped down on it, it retreated, leaving him empty and aching and wanting more.  

“
Don’t stop. Fuck me.” His voice was all gravel and sex and had to be forced past a tight lump in his throat that threatened to choke him.

“
I’m gonna fuck you, Chaz. Charles Darwin Millsworth. Gonna get inside you so far…” Sprocket’s voice ground to a halt. He was bathed in hot breath and then the bed springs creaked as Sprocket shifted on the mattress.

There. A huge, hot blunt cock pushed at him…bore into him. Not thrusting, just a steady inward pressure, determined, insistent. Just like bloody Sprocket…all the time. Persistent, refusing to take no for an answer. “Yesss,” Chaz hissed.

Chaz’s breath stopped, his head swam. “God,” he muttered. “It’s…”

“
Going…”

His muscles stretched, burned, quivered. “Sprocket…”

“
Lemme,” Sprocket slurred, bending to kiss the nape of Chaz’s neck. Hot, slightly damp…tender, loving…caring. “Relax.”

The pressure eased, and Chaz breathed deeply for a moment, gathering himself. “Don’t want to wait.” He grunted, turning his head to peer over his shoulder. Sprocket’s eyes were so close, he stared right into them, saw the thick ring of gold and the warm brown depths, and something there that wasn’t color.

The eyes are the window of the soul.

His mother had said it often, and in this moment Chaz believed it, because here…with Sprocket slowly easing into him, staring into one another’s eyes, his soul lay naked and exposed, and he was certain he saw more in Sprocket’s eyes than the other man would ever dream of sharing voluntarily.

A trick of the fluorescence of the skeleton costume. That’s all.

Chaz froze, Sprocket rocked, his body melted, his heart melted, his soul…melted. And the long ride into ecstasy began by chasing the spiritual out of his mind.
Sex. Sex. Sex. A good hard cock when he needed it. A smile and a cup of coffee were nice…but this…

Chaz groaned, arched his back, and met the next movement with one of his own. Strange how they’d never had to search for rhythms that pleased them both. Sprocket led and he followed and the entire thing was more perfect than any waltz or tango or whatever ballroom dance the cotillion matrons had forced upon him as a kid.

Because love…

He batted the thought away. Because they were a perfect physical match.

“
Chaz—” Sprocket grunted, hips rolling into each long thrust now. “Been wanting this all night.”

“
Only the night?” Chaz gasped. “Got you beat then. Been thinking about this since…”

A long-fingered hand reached beneath Chaz, glided over his cock and then encircled it.

“
Oh, Sprocket,” Chaz whispered. “I’m not gonna last long if you do that.”

“
Counting…on…that.” Sprocket grunted, stroking him from base to tip then rubbing his thumb in the bead of moisture there before repeating the gesture.

Chaz shuddered. “Good.” He groaned. “It’s so good.” And good wasn’t half of what he wanted to say, to express the way he felt, but it was the only word he was sure he remembered properly as thoughts became harder to hold on to and the ever increasing sensations overrode all thought.

“
Hot.” Sprocket clenched his free hand on Chaz’s hip, tugging. Chaz inched sideways, lifted, and gasped. The new position let Sprocket have more freedom of movement, more… “Ahhh.”

He could feel…so much more in this moment than he’d ever expected. Sprocket pumping inside him, the straining burn of his muscles and the tightness of his chest… It all faded into a hazy borderless sea of sensations that tossed him this way and that…

Rocking, straining, gasping…

And finally crying out as Sprocket squeezed him just right, and every sensation aligned in the perfect order to tip him over into orgasm. “Again.” He choked out as the first stream of semen splattered over Sprocket’s hand, dripping onto the sheets below them.

“
Sprocket!” Chaz threw back his head, crying out. Jerking spasmodically.

A guttural sound that might have been a curse was Sprocket’s only answer. His mouth opened, teeth dug into Chaz’s neck and he bit down, hard.

“
Oh, yeah!” Chaz groaned, his cock jerking in Sprocket’s grip, slickening his hand with more hot spurts.

Sprocket’s shout signaled his own release as he jerked and spasmed and finally collapsed against Chaz’s back, breathing heavily.

They rolled together, sweaty and slick and exhausted. Chaz landed in a rapidly cooling puddle of cum, but was too tired to even protest. There was something he needed to do…to say. But his eyelids were heavy and he was comfortably sated and Sprocket was…parting from him so gently, touching his hip so lightly…

“
Sleep,” his lover whispered, and Chaz did.

***

“
I think you broke my dick,” Sprocket sighed, flopping back on the mattress, his cock bouncing off his thigh, still partially hard and dripping from a mixture of his own semen and Chaz’s spit. “Sucked my fucking brains right out of it.”

Chaz crawled up his body and collapsed half on top of him. “Is that where you keep them? Explains a lot, knowing you really do think with your dick.”

Sprocket snorted, lazily reaching his free hand over and running it through his lover’s thick, silky, auburn hair. “Honey, when it comes to you, I can barely think at all. My need always outweighs my common sense.”

“
Um… I’ll take that as a compliment.” Chaz laughed before leaning over and kissing the corner of Sprocket’s lips. He swiped his mouth and then drew his fingers back. “Thank god that black paint doesn’t rub off.”

Sprocket held his arm up in front of him and grimaced. “I can’t believe I slept all night with this shit on me. I have to work at nine”—he glanced at the clock on the side table—“in two fucking hours. I hope this shit washes off.”

“
If it doesn’t, you can always wear long sleeves and gloves.”

Nodding, Sprocket agreed. “True. It’s not like they put me on register anymore, so gloves won’t hinder me. Xander learned his lesson about that a long time ago.”

“
Hey, I’ve got to be at work an hour after you…um…and I might’ve brought a change of clothes with me including my chef’s coat…” Chaz’s voice was low and uncertain, making Sprocket’s heart twist in pain.

He hated that Chaz was so unsure of the relationship, of them. But damn it, Sprocket wasn’t going to say any words that eased Chaz’s mind until the close-lipped man shared some first.

But he could take the hint and respond to that. “So why don’t we carpool to work today? I’ll grab a drink at the bar after work while I wait for you. Then, after you get off from work, you can get off from me.” He twisted his hips and thrust into Chaz’s thigh to cement his meaning.

Chaz rolled his eyes. “Thank god you didn’t use that as a pick-up line.”

“
Har har har,” Sprocket rebutted. He leaned over and planted a big, wet, sloppy kiss on Chaz’s perfectly shaped mouth. He would never get tired of doing that, kissing Chaz whenever he wanted to without having to wonder if it was welcome. Too soon he broke the connection, knowing he really did have to take a shower and fearing it wouldn’t be a quick one considering he was seventy-five percent covered in body paint.

He rolled off the bed, landing on his feet then popping up. A quick glance at the spot he’d just vacated confirmed—thankfully—that he hadn’t flaked paint all over his sheets. Not that he was real worried about them, but they might play havoc in the washing machine. “Gotta shower…um, I would suggest we conserve water and wash together, but I’d prefer to keep those sexy fantasies of us fucking in the shower safe from the Body Paint Fiasco of 2015.” He held up his arms like a surgeon who’d just scrubbed in for an operation.

“
I’ll make sure to schedule safe shower time with you in the immediate future,” Chaz promised, chuckling as he leaned against the pillows and crossed his hands on his abdomen.

Sprocket walked around to the end of the bed and tugged on the sheet, pulling it down mid-thigh. He stared at Chaz’s soft cock, licking his lips as he mentally calculated the amount of time they needed to allot themselves for the shower and drive and couldn’t they save twenty minutes by hitting up a McDonald’s drive-thru for breakfast instead of cooking here.